Page 37 of Dating the Dealing Demon

He picks up my purse from the ottoman, the big bag looking small in his claws. I root through it while he holds it, acting like this is completely normal for us. I can almost imagine we’ve done this before when he hands me a bottle of water while I pop a pill. But when he takes the prescription and water bottles away as I wiggle the dress up again, his wings brush against my hip, and the zing of desire formorethat hits me is anything but ordinary.

My heart picks up in a frantic pace, having nothing to do with the stimulant I just downed.

“Theo?” All boss bitch certainty has bled out of my voice, and I hate myself for being so vulnerable in front of him. Being half-dressed doesn’t bother me. I’ve been filmed in less for the show. But this demon strips away the mental armor I’ve spent years crafting, and I can’t stand my sudden doubts. I remind myself he doesn’t want me forme. He wants what I can do for him, whatever power he’ll gain through a mate. Any mate the Fates had tossed his way.

Yet when he trails the back of a single claw up the side of the low-backed bustier from my waist to the curve of my breast, he does a damn convincing job of making me believe I could be the one he would choose, regardless of the magic. He doesn’t answer me, doesn’t look me in the eyes. No, he simply watches as he drags that delicious slow touch along the edge of the lingerie.

Time to be brave again. After all, it worked in the cyclops’ battle. “I didn’t imagine the almost kiss before Nic came in, did I?” I ask.

His gaze flicks to my lips. “Gods, I wish we had time for a taste.”

Heat rushes low in my belly. The roughness of his voice, the momentary lapse of that posh accent into something darker? Ishouldn’t. “We do.” The answer falls out of my mouth before my brain kicks in. I’m cursing my lack of impulse control when he splays his hand over the small of my back. My skin erupts, and I crave more of that possessive touch.

Forget a kiss.

I need to figure out how to climb my demon prince and take care of the need thrumming through me.

He drops his claws from my skin and pulls the zipper between two knuckles, twisting it past the stuck spot and tugging it upward, one agonizing inch at a time. “We don’t.”

“What? Why not?” That’s not a whine in my voice.Really.

“Because I’ll take my time with you. I’ll drink you down until you’re begging me for more, and then I’ll deny you. I’ll drag out your pleasure, one delicious drop of your wet pussy after another until you’re panting.”

Oh fuck, I might be panting now, but Theo isn’t finished.

“I’ll have you drenched and shaking,” he promises, arrogant and sure of himself, and damn, I’m having trouble catching a breath. “You’ll crave me and my cocks.”

Wait.My mind stutters on the last. “Cocks?” He hums a decadent, naughty sound so wicked that it almost distracts me from my question. But no. I’m not letting this go. I didn’t imagine what he said. “As in plural?”

“Two. Think you can take both? I’ll pull you over my thighs so you ride one until you’re nearly passed out from climaxing, and then I’ll flip you over and drive the other into you so I can fuck you until you scream.”

My legs wobble, and I sway. His filthy words paint a picture so vivid that my body clenches as if he’s already pushing inside me.

“One last thing,” he says, kneeling in front of me.

Dear god, I could get used to the sight of him on his knees.

I whimper because while he has barely touched me, I’m already more turned on than I’ve ever been. If he plans to make good on a fraction of his promises, I might die.

He extends his hand into the empty air as if imploring Shadowvale for something. The jeweled dagger the castle magicked me last night along with the thigh holster appears in his palm.

“I would hate having you wear a slit this high in court except it’s proving useful.” The temptation in his tone wraps around me in a tension so thick I could slice through it with the blade. “I would teach you how to better use the dagger, but I think you’d use any lessons against me.”

“I wouldn’t. Probably.” I’m not sure if I’m talking to myself or Theo with how gone I am since he’s playing my body like he knows every sensual trick to make me want more from him. The ache within me builds, a pressure I can’t relieve. Not without a release. And damn him, hehasto know that. “Stop toying with me.”

He looks up at me from his place on his knees, his long hair framing monstrous features that make my fingertips tingle with the need to touch. “I haven’t even begun to toy with you.” His breath brushes hot against my core, and I shiver.

With achingly thorough care, he buckles the blade to my thigh, brushing his claws up toward my panties, and oh god, I think I’ll orgasm the second he reaches my clit.

Except he stops short of it.

The bastard stops.

He gets to his feet and turns me to face the full-length mirror, straightening my clothes as though he hasn’t reduced me to a sticky puddle of need. My vision constricts to the reflection of the vibrant contrast of his scarlet skin against my pale flush.

“I would prefer you naked,” he says against my hair, “but you make the dress beautiful.”

Dress? Oh yeah, the one he zipped me into. He’s right. The dark red tapers from a deepVneckline to a nipped waist before spilling into a full skirt. The attached cape in sheer gossamer gives the gown a fantasy look. I could’ve stepped out of a luxurious, Renn Faire-themed costume ball as a great fae lady.

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